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I haven't seen any pseudo-zombies chasing humans on campus but there is a hilarious troupe of fashion victims roller-skating around the quad. Will someone go down and tell them that the eighties are over?
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October 28th,
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College students should obviously be getting mass discounts on Red Bull, Starbucks Expresso Shots, and booze. I swear to you all that if it's the last thing I do, I will force Red Bull or Starbucks to become a sponsor of my clothes if it is the LAST THING I DO.
Before I become internationally famous, that is, not die.
Oh, and for those of you who were holding your breaths about that ridiculous mess over my textile samples, my professor generously reconsidered her original flawed assessment of my work and changed my grade. Of course.
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October 11th,
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When my professor has nothing better to do with her time than nitpick nonexistent problems with my flawless textile samples, I start wondering if she's just going blind or if her marriage is failing. I heard she kept trying to take a Bloomingdale's representative out for martinis. Bloomingdales. Where is the self-respect? At the very least, she should hold out for a Saks rep if she's going to have a clandestine affair. And this is why no one from Seattle ever goes anywhere in life.
Now the question is, do we tell her husband as revenge because it's morally the right thing to do, or just blackmail her for the better grade?
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